Violet
Fergus growled, kicking a broken branch near his feet as he refused to answer my question.
“You will pack your things and come home with me at once,” he ordered, his tone making it clear this was not up for debate—for him at least.
I took a step forward, even though he was towering over me. “Or what?” I challenged.
His expression shifted. For a moment, he looked startled, as if he hadn’t expected me to speak against him—but things were different now. I wasn’t the quiet, scared Violet from back home anymore.
I had changed.
Kylan telling me to stop feeling sorry for myself and stop crying definitely left an impact.
I wasn’t going to back down or show any weakness—not anymore.
Fergus’s blue eyes locked onto mine, but I refused to look away. My blood boiled with fury, a hot feel
